(on our shore he never set it) only his cloacal obsession. He gazed about him in his toga and he said: It is meet to be here. Let us construct a watercloset.

Which they accordingly did do, Lenehan said. Our old ancient ancestors, as we read in the first chapter of Guinness’s, were partial to the running stream.

They were nature’s gentlemen, J. J. O’Molloy murmured. But we have also Roman law.

And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh responded.

Do you know that story about chief baron Palles? J. J. O’Molloy asked. It was at the royal university dinner. Everything was going swimmingly ...

First my riddle, Lenehan said. Are you ready?